In the quiet of the night, I weep,
As memories of you slowly creep.
Your laughter, your love, your guiding light,
Now lost in the darkness of this endless night.
...
In a quiet bookstore
A broken man wandered
Confused & misguided
Looking for himself In the writing of poets
...
As I lay here, my time
drawing near.
I look back on a life full of
Joy and fear.
...